And look at what he's achieved. What you never thought of. He's achieved what the brightest people with the highest IQ's could never achieve.
Was it just a movie? Maybe. But at least it was a good message.
A true masterpiece written by novelist Winston Groom and then adapted for the screen by screenwriter Eric Roth. Directed by Robert Zemeckis. And one of the greatest acting performances of all time by Tom Hanks. Two thumbs up.
Forrest Gump was released in 1994 for eternity. A 142 minute journey of a man who was slow in the head, who knew how to love and to whom life opened its arms wide open.
Do you want to know why I'm writing about "Forrest Gump"? No. Not because if feel like him. Sigh.
Yesterday I watched it for the 42nd time. Yeah. You heard me well. 42 times.
When I first watched it in 1994 I knew I was going to watch it many more times. Therefore I started counting. Oops. I think I am like Forrest Gump after all.
Forrest loved Jenny Curran (played by Robin Wright Penn). Remember?
"Run Forrest. Run.
They had a son together also called Forrest. One of the best scenes? When Forrest Senior knew about Forrest Junior. He had tears in his eyes and asked Jenny:
"Is he ...
He wanted to ask Jenny if Forrest Junior was quick and not slow like him. Waw.
Even more. Forrest was a Vietnam hero. A ping pong champion. A millionaire. He ran across the United States. To count just a few.
But.
He still thought Apple Inc. was a fruit supplier when he received a letter from them and their logo was on top of it.
Finally. I just want to remind you about what Mrs. Gump (played by Sally Field) always told her son Forrest:
"Life is like a box of chocolate,
You never know what you're gona get.
No. I'm not at the Kodak theatre in Hollywood presenting an academy award. I wish though.
Guys. It might be bitter today but sweet tomorrow.
Run ... Run.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Monday, July 9, 2007
It's Been 25 Years
People had tears in their eyes when they first saw him (my sister was one of them). It's been 25 years since he last came here.
Yes. You heard me well. A quarter of a century.
One of those people who devoted their lives for a cause: the freedom and independence of his country. Respect.
A true revolutionary. Listed by his enemies on top of their assassination list. They tried to kill him numerous times. And they failed.
I was so happy to see him about one month ago in Jordan. When we separated, I asked myself if I would ever see him again. How many occasions could possibly come up? Not too many. If not at all.
A month later, my mother tells me that he's here. Waw.
He had left the country for some political reasons and came back, 25 years later, for the purpose of his good old memories. One of his first destinations: the American University of Beirut. Where the whole journey started.
This man who can barely hear (because of his enemies' determination to have him killed) has an ocean of feelings and memories inside. He's been to some places.
He has made history for himself, his family and his country. There are not many men like him around. He deserves a 24 hour standing ovation. It's my honor to be related to him.
I'll see you soon Bassam.
Independence and prosperity to the Palestinian people. Your lifetime cause.
Peace on earth.
Yes. You heard me well. A quarter of a century.
One of those people who devoted their lives for a cause: the freedom and independence of his country. Respect.
A true revolutionary. Listed by his enemies on top of their assassination list. They tried to kill him numerous times. And they failed.
I was so happy to see him about one month ago in Jordan. When we separated, I asked myself if I would ever see him again. How many occasions could possibly come up? Not too many. If not at all.
A month later, my mother tells me that he's here. Waw.
He had left the country for some political reasons and came back, 25 years later, for the purpose of his good old memories. One of his first destinations: the American University of Beirut. Where the whole journey started.
This man who can barely hear (because of his enemies' determination to have him killed) has an ocean of feelings and memories inside. He's been to some places.
He has made history for himself, his family and his country. There are not many men like him around. He deserves a 24 hour standing ovation. It's my honor to be related to him.
I'll see you soon Bassam.
Independence and prosperity to the Palestinian people. Your lifetime cause.
Peace on earth.
Friday, July 6, 2007
The White Shirt: A Global Flirting Technique
Hey. Read this. It’s not just you. It’s millions and millions of other guys out there.
I’m not writing this to offend anyone. I’m writing it as a fashion fact. It’s been like this for years and it will remain forever.
Why? Because the white color will always be there.
Again why? Because your tan will always look nicer when you’re wearing a white shirt.
I hang out in clubs at least twice a week. And lately it’s been like I have hundreds of waiters at my disposal. But not any bunch of waiters.
Nicely tanned waiters all wearing white shirts.
I wonder how people recognize each other. Clubs are usually dark (It’s universal). So tell me. How can I locate my friend who’s tanned and wearing a white shirt when he’s there among so many others looking just the same?
Worse? We cannot call each other. How can we? When the music is usually so loud in clubs? (It’s universal)
Here’s a suggestion: guys should start writing their names on their backs. Just like sports jerseys. Why not? That could be the next big trend.
Did I just give you a business idea? Sigh. I should have kept it to myself.
Guys. Honestly. When you’re tanned and wearing a white shirt, it's obvious.
You wana show your tan: I would call it a “tan show-off”.
And just knowing that you’re doing it on purpose: is unattractive!
Have you ever heard the song Kitty Kat Shirt by Plain White T’s? It says:
“look at the boy in the kitty kat shirt,
he might be good looking, but he still can't flirt.
There are so many other ways to flirt. I’m not claiming I’m the expert here, but still I don’t wear a white shirt to show my tan as I don’t smoke a cigar to have a silicon girl as a date. (Refer to the article “A Silicon World – A Bit of Nonsense” http://otherendofsunrise.blogspot.com/2007/06/silicon-world-bit-of-nonsense.html)
Oh, wait, some people are gona be calling me after reading this. It happened before.
I’m not writing this to offend anyone. I’m writing it as a fashion fact. It’s been like this for years and it will remain forever.
Why? Because the white color will always be there.
Again why? Because your tan will always look nicer when you’re wearing a white shirt.
I hang out in clubs at least twice a week. And lately it’s been like I have hundreds of waiters at my disposal. But not any bunch of waiters.
Nicely tanned waiters all wearing white shirts.
I wonder how people recognize each other. Clubs are usually dark (It’s universal). So tell me. How can I locate my friend who’s tanned and wearing a white shirt when he’s there among so many others looking just the same?
Worse? We cannot call each other. How can we? When the music is usually so loud in clubs? (It’s universal)
Here’s a suggestion: guys should start writing their names on their backs. Just like sports jerseys. Why not? That could be the next big trend.
Did I just give you a business idea? Sigh. I should have kept it to myself.
Guys. Honestly. When you’re tanned and wearing a white shirt, it's obvious.
You wana show your tan: I would call it a “tan show-off”.
And just knowing that you’re doing it on purpose: is unattractive!
Have you ever heard the song Kitty Kat Shirt by Plain White T’s? It says:
“look at the boy in the kitty kat shirt,
he might be good looking, but he still can't flirt.
There are so many other ways to flirt. I’m not claiming I’m the expert here, but still I don’t wear a white shirt to show my tan as I don’t smoke a cigar to have a silicon girl as a date. (Refer to the article “A Silicon World – A Bit of Nonsense” http://otherendofsunrise.blogspot.com/2007/06/silicon-world-bit-of-nonsense.html)
Oh, wait, some people are gona be calling me after reading this. It happened before.
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